“Of course.” She grins and winks at me. Breeane is stunning. She has long red hair, curves, and a huge smile. “Nice to meet you. We came to meet you but also to offer help if you needed it. Do you have more things to move in?” She looks beside me and tilts her head.
“Not yet. I didn’t expect to need to bring my things.”
She moves away from her mates and stops in front of me. “Are those paintings?” she asks.
“Yes. My mom’s.”
She narrows her eyes, and I notice the crate fell open slightly. “Can I see?” she asks.
“Sure.” All the guys watch us interact in silence. I unclasp the remaining metal and open the crate.
“No way,” she breathes, crouching. “Your mom is Maggie Marie?” The painting is a gorgeous scene of the beach. It gives me peace to look at it.
“She is,” I say softly. “That was the name she chose to share with the public.”
“Princess, what's she talking about?” Hunter asks.
“My mom was fairly successful,” I say.
“That’s an understatement,” Breeane snorts. “Everyone who loved art would have paid any amount for her work and there is still talk about her talent. I studied her history in school. Our art teacher was a huge fan. She rarely had shows, and instead stayed secluded. No one knew much about her, but it just added to themystery.” She cringes. “Sorry, I’m telling them as if I know more than you.”
“It’s fine,” I laugh. “I love hearing how much she affected you.”
“She was inspired,” she says, standing. “I can’t believe I’m meeting her daughter. I’m so sorry she passed.”
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“She was talented,” Logan says, moving to stand by Breeane. I nod. It’s difficult to speak when you look into his eyes. His hair is buzzed close to his scalp, and his face is the ultimate masculine beauty.
“You didn’t mention that your mom was famous,” Bane says.
“She was well known,” I mumble.
“I remember one of her pieces sold for a million,” Breeane says.
“Yes, well…” I clear my throat. “We were about to hang them up. Do you want to help?”
“I would love to.” She looks at her mates. “We have plenty of muscle to carry them.” She grins.
“Lead the way,” Las says.
I step back, and Breeane threads her arm through mine.
“Are you putting them in your room?” she asks.
“Yes.” I move back down the hallway, and she stays at my side. “Have you been here before?”
“Yes, a few times, but I haven’t been upstairs,” she says. Her easy friendship doesn’t surprise me since I’ve met other women in the family, and it’s nice to be so easily accepted.
The guys follow behind us carrying the pictures. I don’t like to think about the fact that they could have been in my father's hands if Bane hadn’t gotten them. Retracing my steps, I’m still in awe as I walk into my room. It’s going to take time to get used to it being mine.
“Do you have a drill?” Logan asks.
“I’ll get it,” Lawson says.
“What a room,” Breeane gasps.
“Beautiful, huh?” I smile as she pulls away and explores the space.
